Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 1

“Marty” snapped his new sports girdle out, and admired his sweaty new package. His entire body ached, and was tired, and he reeked of sweat and locker room stink. All unfamiliar sensations to the former fat kid with coke-bottle glasses, who had never played on a sports team his whole life.

A month earlier, he’s still been Victor, a senior in high school who not only was still a virgin, but had never even kissed anyone. He’s never had a smoke, or any alcohol. He’d never been invited to any parties. Basically, at 18, 5’7, 210 lbs, with scraggly black hair and man-tits, Victor was not only no hot date, he was also nobody’s friend.

He’d lived with his elderly mother, and was always squirreled away in his bedroom, playing computer games or reading Dungeons and Dragons. Once or twice, he’d snuck home Men’s Health magazines, or anything else with pictures of hot men’s bodies. See, the final insult was that Victor was also gay.

Graduating high school with mediocre grades (he wasn’t even one of the smart kids), and no certain prospects at life thereafter, Victor’s future was already shipwrecked.

Until two things happened.

The first was when he ordered a massage oil online that was supposed to allow him to steal another guy’s muscles. The second was one Martin Courant moved in next door, in the middle of the school year, from California. His Dad, a widower, had gotten a job transfer and taken Marty with him to Victor’s hometown.

Victor remembered that first (and last) time he saw Marty in the front yard, mowing the lawn, shirtless. A fucking stud! And Martin was friendly, since he didn’t know anyone in town yet. Plus, Marty was just one of those nice guys, a good-natured, hot young jock who could afford to be nice to a ugly fat kid next door.

Victor brought him as a friendship offering a cold Pepsi, and also brought along his massage oil, which he had poured into an emptied bottle of sunscreen. When Marty stopped mowing to pop open the Pepsi, he also went with Victor into the back screened-in porch to sprawl out on his stomach on a large lawn chair.

This was Victor’s chance. “Hey, man, you’re gonna burn if you don’t put on some sunscreen. Here, this stuff I’ve got works really well, check it out.”

Unasked, Victor strolled across the back porch, poured some of his “theft oil” into his palm, and began rubbing it into Marty’s back, before the hot kid could object, or before it got awkward between them.

The oil was lukewarm, then ice cold, then hot, all quickly. Martin seemed to fall asleep as soon as Victor touched him with the oil, oddly enough. So Victor kept rubbing it in on his back. Fortunately, no one else was at home at Marty’s, or in the yard.

Then, the damndest thing happened! Victor’s hand suddenly sank INTO Martin’s back, as though into a soft gel. Weirdly, Marty felt hollowed out inside once Victor’s hand went deeper inside his back and chest cavity.

Freaked out but curious, Victor laid his other hand on Martin’s back, which also sank into the jock’s body. With a grunt, fat Victor lifted Marty’s now seemingly comatose body into an upright position, his hands both inside his chest from behind. Not knowing what else he could do, Victor began reaching as far as his arms would go into Marty’s own arms, and then noticed that his own chest and stomach was also sinking into Martin’s!

As more of Victor went inside of Marty, more of Marty began to conform to Victor, as though he was putting on a wetsuit. Victor then laid down completely on Marty on the lawn recliner, and the rest of his body sunk into Marty.

With a sudden intense pressure, Victor’s vision blurred, and he felt a rush of liquid pour out from him and around him, as his fat simply watered away, and his entire frame and form became that of Martin, from the inside out. Victor realized with growing amazement – and lust – that he was actually becoming Martin completely, he’d stepped into the new kid’s body like a bodysuit, and now it was his own.

And that was just the beginning. Up to that point, Marty’s body was a virgin too… but not for long with Victor in it. (to be continued)